by the boy with brown eyes

this poem is a gift to me from one of the most beautiful people i know. i didn't know i could inspire that in you.

Typical Afternoon

I will rest my hand on her inner thigh

not enough to provoke but

just enough to raise the temperature

in the room like throwing a match in a furnace

I will squeeze let my pinkie glance her zipper

not enough to signal a passing ship

just enough to bruise her lower lip

her eyes narrowing not knowing where to focus

I will follow her to her room steady

not quickly enough to be sixteen

just quickly enough to feel like I am

parents are out of town oh shit how the fuck do I do this

I will undress her like I need her

hold her like she’ll dissolve

kiss her like she’s dying

I will move her legs to suit

my tastes to suit

her moans

leave sweat from my hands in

her hair

purple tattoos on her ass

and thighs

fingerprinted necklaces

baby look what I’ve made

flinging perfect body over chairs

against walls teeth

always at her ear

making her back arch to

kiss me

till we are reduced to lovers in

knotted sheets stroking belly hair and

kissing shoulders

saying let’s do it again then

moving an inch

saying maybe not